my gel pen is out of ink.

Hey there namaste
This is shakthi and this is my review on your beautiful poem,
When I red it I felt that Your poem “My Gel Pen is Out of Ink” is a hauntingly beautiful reflection on emptiness, healing, and quiet survival. The repeated line “my gel pen is out of ink” gives the piece a rhythmic ache — like a heartbeat fading into silence. It captures the exhaustion of a soul that has written, cried, and felt too much.

Your use of simple, everyday imagery — an empty pen, a messy room, spilled milk — transforms ordinary moments into deep emotional symbols. They make the pain feel real and relatable. The stanza where you write, “I got tired of hurting and wielding a blade, so I replaced them with writing,” stands out powerfully — it shows transformation, not defeat. That single line gives the poem depth, showing how art can become both an escape and a form of healing.

The tone throughout feels raw yet calm — not a cry for attention but a quiet whisper of truth. It’s the kind of poem that lingers in the reader’s mind long after finishing it.

If there’s anything missing, it’s a tiny spark of hope — a hint that after the ink runs dry, the poet might still find another way to write, feel, or begin again. Even a faint light would give this poem a sense of completion and emotional balance.

Still, this piece is deeply heartfelt, beautifully structured, and emotionally honest.

Wishing you endless ink for your thoughts and endless courage for your words — may your pen never truly run dry.

i acknowledge this poem is built from multiple things, but i just really wanted to specifically say i really like how the self-harm is mentioned here. while many people tend to handle the topic in a way that seems so, well, artificial—here its so genuine, real and authentic. which is something i appreciate as someone who has dealt with those tendencies. and to use writing in such a way is powerful, and a great way to cope. in a sense, due to these aspects of your writing, this felt a bit more personal for me. like some part of me was seen, in a way, even when you're specifically being vulnerable about yourself and your life here.

and of course, i love the vulnerability here. just like the other works ive read from you; this is so raw and the causality works so well. this is really great! keep writing :>!

Hi, I really like this!

This feels so reminiscent, as someone who struggles with sh (getting better) nice representation like this makes me and likely many others feel seen. The basis of your poem seems to be about losing someone/something which is also relatable for a lot of people. I think poems that connect with people easily are the most enjoyable ones.

I'm assuming that the "he" mentioned is supposed to be another person, but the idea of sh being personified and breaking away from it is really interesting. After stopping sh, or any addiction really, part of you can feel empty or unfulfilled, leaving your "heart an open void." That really speaks to me.

I don't know if this was intentional or not since I don't read poetry as much as other forms of writing (also it feels a little intentional) but the only suggestion I'd give is to capitalize the I(s) in the poem. But it also kind of makes it feel personal, like something you wrote right at the height of emotions.

Overall, I really enjoyed this read! Keep writing! This is also my first full review on this site lol I've just signed up yesterday.

(sorry for double commenting I forgot to mark as review)

Hi, I really like this!

This feels so reminiscent, as someone who struggles with sh (getting better) nice representation like this makes me and likely many others feel seen. The basis of your poem seems to be about losing someone/something which is also relatable for a lot of people. I think poems that connect with people easily are the most enjoyable ones.

I'm assuming that the "he" mentioned is supposed to be another person, but the idea of sh being personified and breaking away from it is really interesting. After stopping sh, or any addiction really, part of you can feel empty or unfulfilled, leaving your "heart an open void." That really speaks to me.

I don't know if this was intentional or not since I don't read poetry as much as other forms of writing (also it feels a little intentional) but the only suggestion I'd give is to capitalize the I(s) in the poem. But it also kind of makes it feel personal, like something you wrote right at the height of emotions.

Overall, I really enjoyed this read! Keep writing! This is also my first full review on this site lol I've just signed up yesterday.

Hello, Taosted! This is Alex, here with a review for this awesome poem you wrote. So let's dive right in!

The title and idea are really fascinating, and that's saying less. I found the mention of the kind of pen such a unique way to add detailing and realism. I think it builds an odd intimacy with the reader, as they're aware of even such a small fact now, which even feels insignificant. I believe the pen running out of its ink was an intricate metaphoric symbol for the your relationship with this supposed guy running out its course of time. Very beautiful, even in pain and suffering.

and my handwriting is messy.

i'm out of tears to cry and milk,

i wasted them on nothing.

my room remains destroyed.
if he hadn't left, would it be this way,

my skin no longer bleeds..
i got tired of hurting and wielding a blade,
so i replaced them with writing

my gel pen is out of ink,
and my page is out of space.

if i could undo those messages sent,
i wouldn't be in this place.

Nice poem written by the writer.

"my gel pen is out of ink,
and my page is out of space.
if i could undo those messages sent,
I wouldn't be in this place."
This poem is so expressive, the hidden meaning is visible in every word, every line. The writer is writing about the mistakes she/he did by writing 'those messages', and he is not here anymore and I guess the writer hates it, him not being here.

I know I might not sound convincing right now but, either it gets better with time or it gets worse with time. Though, I have never been through a situation like this but I can guide, I mean I have guided my friends. Its in your hand to choose, get better or just drown more.

The line 'my gel pen is out of ink', its so good like the title itself is so captivating so interesting, this short and simple poem is so lovely. I pray everything gets okay, back to normal soon.

Keep writing.
Waiting for more.
Thank you.